2003-07-23 - 11:05 p.m. - enough space in my mind but not on the road

On my way home from a workshop early this evening, I was on a curve and as I rounded it and looked ahead, there in its majestic beauty was Mt. Rainier. Wow - it was a beautiful sight, and what added even more to its grandier was the surprise of seeing it, if only for a moment before the road took me lower and the foothills veiled its peak once again.

Once I was back on I-5, I switched my music selection from the Dandy Warhols' latest CD to the Foo Fighters - "The Colour and The Shape." I started fantasizing about being on David Letterman to talk about bioethics (why? I guess because I just went to a conference about it!) Before talking with Letterman, I would gush about with whom I had just spoken in the dressing room - DAVID GROHL!!! I would pat my chest to try to still my beating heart and then slide almost out of my chair since my knees would not be able to support my weight. It wouldn't matter that I was on national TV speaking with Mr. Late Show host himself - I just chatted with DAVID GROHL! Then when his band would come on, I wouldn't be able to contain myself in my chair - I'd have to get up and dance and would drag Mr. Letterman with me. Since The Foo Fighters are one of his favorites, too, he would oblige my pleadings of him to dance with me.

Then David G. would invite me up at the end of their set (since I had gotten Letterman to dance!), and I would say, "I've got chills, they're multiplying, and I'm loosing control, but the power, you're supplying, it's ELECTRIFYING!" (we'd both say the last part to each other) and the sparks would fly.

As I was daydreaming this, I was listening to the song, "Enough Space", and I suddenly realized I was rapidly approaching the car in front of me and not leaving "enough space". It's a fast paced song and my speed had somehow increased to match the song's intensity. When I looked down at the speedometer, I was going about 85 mph in a 70 mph zone. I don't know how sympathetic a cop would be unless, perhaps, they were a Foo Fighters fan.

I let out a laugh and dropped some of the lead that was in my foot. I might have been just a little over 100 miles from home, but my mind was much further away. And I was filled with complete happiness. :)

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